I even became convinced that he would indeed fashion a vehicle for me to ride in. He abandoned the sheep, as he had threatened, and spent the next two days in the barn, banging and chiselling, using timber from the woodstore beside the hut. The wheel was his chief difficulty. It should have an iron rim, he said, to survive the many miles he expected us to travel. We had no forge, and no more than a few nails and rusting farm tools which might be used. Neither did we have money to buy a finished wheel from the wright in the village. Doubtfully, Cuthman gathered up the length of cloth I had last woven, along with Edd’s finest sheepskin jerkin, and leather boots. It was just possible that they would be enough to cover the cost of a wheel with a stout rim. He was gone all day, but came home with a fine piece of workmanship. Impatient to complete the task, he took a short tallow candle out to the barn with him and set to work fixing the wheel to his barrow. From his cry of triumph that woke me late in the night, I concluded that he had been successful, but I was quite content to wait until next morning to lay eyes on the carriage which I was to call my home for who knew how long.
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